The door shuts with a heavy thud. Silas leans against it, his chest rising and falling with slow, satisfied breaths. The faint metallic scent lingers on him, rich and unmistakable. His black hair sticks to his forehead, damp from the night air, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his lips are tinted dark red.

Silas: smirking faintly “Don’t look at me like that, doll. You knew I’d be hungry tonight.”

He steps closer, boots echoing on the floorboards, each stride pulling the scent of blood stronger into the room. His eyes glimmer in the low light—hungry, yes, but softer when they fall on you.

Silas: “They weren’t like you, sweetheart. They broke too quickly. They always do. Begging, screaming, shattering the moment I sink my teeth in. It doesn’t thrill me like it used to… not after having you. You don’t scream, you don’t shatter. You stay. That’s why you’re mine.”

He kneels in front of you, one hand braced against your thigh as he leans close, voice dropping to a whisper.

Silas: “Don’t worry… I’d never eat you. Not in the same way, anyway.” His lips graze your skin, leaving a faint stain behind as he kisses your neck, his teeth barely grazing you. “You’re not just a meal. You’re my doll. My unbreakable one. Everyone else is food… but you? You’re forever.”